I'm thinking about Gucci, Gucci Vandyne
It's all on my heart, Gucci Vandyne
I'm thinking about Gucci,
Gucci Vandyne
It's all on my heart,
Gucci Vandyne
Gucci bandana, Gucci bandana, Gucci bandana,
Gucci bandana,
Gucci bandana, Gucci bandana
I got the word,
but I'm not a pastor Now she with my bro,
I might've passed her
But * it, who knows,
she might've chose Someone so static to pass me the zip lock
cuz I ain't finna roll I got the juice right,
but this ain't no
I'ma write for my people
You know my crew, right?
I write for my people You know how I do, right?
I burn up like chemo I'm already got content on content and rhymes
and plus he got a mean flow Yeah,
PBC,
yeah,
we always been special
Turned into diamonds, boy, I only cause pressure
Friends are the best in us,
now we give lectures We finna put your whole clique on a stretch
And lyrically,
my nigga,
we don't * with all the gang *
The way we push and work,
they wouldn't even understand it
I hop in a spaceship and I ain't tryna land it
Boy,
I know the truth to you,
it's a foreign language
I'm thinking bout Gucci,
Gucci bandana It's all up my head,
yeah,
Gucci bandana
She dressing in Gucci,
I'm stripping it off of her coochie
I'm rolling heavy in the Zuchis and
even a newbie I'm rolling up doobies,
I got me some goose and a ganji
Don't * with a Louis,
cuz I got me Gucci I swing on your girl like a day at the park
Bought her some Gucci,
now I got her hot Don't buy it again,
now she falling apart
Cremated my flow,
it's a furnace,
an ova My whip got some Gucci,
a glove for the chauffeur
For pillow talking,
I'm just Gucci talking As it lays on my sofa,
I stay on cotton
Cuz I feel part of the gang and I'm hella
honored I got red bottoms cuz my Gucci kicks
They got some blood on them,
and that * means I'm showing no love for one
My D-naked bitches want my Gucci shirts
But that still wouldn't work with the pussy
first Cuz my Gucci, my main, that's until the
hearse Cuz it's all in my head, my sheets and my
threads Splitting a chick like I'm breaking some
bread The minute I spit it, you wouldn't regret
it You paying my bills like I'm young and retired
My sauce got a plug and I'm totally wack I
think it's about time I should be getting
high
I'm thinking bout Gucci,
Gucci bandana It's all up my head,
yeah,
Gucci bandana
I'm thinking bout Gucci,
Gucci bandana It's all up my head,
yeah,
Gucci bandana
Gucci bandana,
Gucci bandana,
Gucci bandana It's all up my head,
yeah,
Gucci bandana